Thursday, September 15, 2011

I am nuts, & was raised that way!

It has been a while. Almost a year. What a loss for me. This is always so freeing for me.

A friend freed herself by free writing on her blog & I was re-inspired. Thank you.

I just finished 10 days off work. We had plans for the time off & that fell through. i told my brother years ago....do not count on the Davidsons until we are on the plane! Call it laziness, but our plans fall through alot.

Neither here nor there....I did very little during my time off. Not true. I recouperated. I feel that I take sooo much on & soo much of the emotion of pe9ople I work with or for or support, I get drained. No whine, just truth. My sister says I need to protect myself more. I attempt...not really visualizing that.

So I played nearly 300 games of solitaire on my time off. Yah...I get it. But please be honest with AT least yourself that you have something like that & do it. My struggles with the 300 games are two pronged....1) I sat for hours on a decorative chair 2) I listened to NPR for hours on the apparently uncomfortable decorative chair.

Note...the world is in a war they blame us for, the monetary foundation of Europe is precarious and only the Germans can save it, and Robert Fulghum is coming to SLC. I treasure NPR, Sincerely we donate to both stations in our area. But as with any new outlet, dang, you get overwhelmed. So, the end is nigh.

The chair. Holy Gawd I am still enduring amazing ass cramps. I mean I wasn't aware when I purchased the chair how it wasn't meant for obsessive solitaire players, but there should be a warning. My ass still hurts. And whenever I sit in the chair for even a few minutes the residual pain GROWS. My body is boycotting the chair. I had to monitor myself at work. I would find myself walking through the center with my hand behind me cupping my cheek and massaging the pain point with some determination. I began to share the story of my disability with people in hopes of gaining freedom to conduct my own daily physical therapy. Odd to me how my freedom seemed to be inhibited by glances of shock and disgust. Secretly, I still self "medicate" at my desk.

I did make Whoopie pies. I won't bother to explain what they are, suffice to say they are an East coast treat which my mom made infrequently as we were growing up. Without being able to confer with my mother, I can attest this recipe was not my mothers but I can definitely with 5 cubes of BUTTER, Faye would most assuredly approved.

Where did this secret recipe come from? Well, other than having obsessive times with solitaire, I also have little to know problem purchasing more than a few less than trashy but albeit gossip-ish periodicals. Nuff said. (You get them too OR you wait until I am done with mine...check your piety at the log in please!). So it was in People listed as Maine Whoopie Pie recipe. How could I resist? I didn't.

I will be honest, I was lazy & didn't want to make them. With mixed feelings, I was forced to make them solo after Shawn passively declined to assist. Needless today....I almost FORGOT the bittersweet chocolate AND the cup and a half of BUTTERMILK....gasp. One of the things I feel compelled to remind you of....even though you are baking, and it looks like chocolate, feels like chocolate....LICKING THE SPOON IS LETHAL when it is bittersweet chocolate. It really happened in slow motion....and I couldn't stop. I couldn't really tell whether or not I had a mouth full of wax or dirt. I figured it was waxy dirt. I guarantee I will do it again next time.

There are few words to describe how they taste. Understand they were too big and way rich. So I did the Faye thing. I froze them. Froze them? Yup. I am imagining a mom on a limited budget wanting to have kids not devour food. I grew up eating stolen (from our freezer) frozen cookies, chocolate (even bittersweet) chocolate. My sister understood why they were there & where they were. Mike was like "What in the fuck am I supposed to do with this frozen". Shawn & I said "Eat it". Yes, we are nuts, and were raised that way!